What's all this barmy stuff?
Want to find out what has been forgotten in the Styx?
Not enough barminess for you?
Warning: Portals, old links, and other such holes in
time space are at the Lady's whim, possibly closing, breaking, or popping out Slaad
Barminess of Year
First Week. The frightening I Worship the Lady
Fan Club holds a meeting and survives, and the Creation Myth of the Gears
of Mechanus, may they always twirl barmily.
Second Week. The incarnation of boredom and a
mass of sheep are found in the valley of Sleepy Gloom, the very bizarre
Philosophical Assassins gibber on about philosophy, and why the Celestial
Etheroscope is a very barmy device.
Third Week. The mysterious Ütainfo of Arborea
and their art of shaping erosion, plus at long last a Story Time that can
be summed up in one word "Croak".
Fourth Week. The sticky and barmy Carceran
Confectionary is given a good seeing to, and the sweet song of the Harp of Conchordant
Opposition is not heard.
First Week. The silly Mephiteer summons up
some barminess, we find out exactly why the barmy Orb of Day and Night is
made of cheese, and the Sensaesthetics try and stuff everything together
for the truest sensationalism.
Second Week. The true chant on the Monsters
of little bedtime Legends, sure to make barmies sift off to sleep and
drool and their pillows.
Third Week. Barmy to the Spire turns a
whole one year old, now to master this crawling thing and perfect
drooling. Also this week, Boggling Infinity takes a look at Miss
Gabrielle's Horn and the barmy burg Element of a Dream brings the dream of
showers to us barmies.
Fourth Week. The Yochlol, handmaidens of the
abyss, get a nod and a sob of angust in a hanky in this weeks barmy
First Week. A week without barminess.
Now, now, don't sniffle. Here's a hanky, there now, that wasn't so bad,
was it? Anyway, it's traditional.
Second Week. The barmy philosophical debate
of a gnome and kobold finally makes its way to the spire, the strange
Hodge-Podge's Flying Circus as seen by a little cutter, and the swirling
pebbles of the Rainbow-like River.
Third Week. A tribute to the often overlooked
rusty green texture, and it's true barmy significance to every one and not
just slaadi with paint buckets.
Fourth Week. Nothing. Naught. Zippo. It's
sounding empty, berk, have some fuzz.
First Week. The-Gleam-of-Glitter is a cutter
with more patience then a barmy waiting for porridge, The Birdcage finally
unravels a mystery of Sigil, and A Happening in the Abyss recounts a tale.
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